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You play as Zou-Do-Shai, personal bodyguard to the 6th Princess of the Dershwa Clan, and a Teleship Lieutenant for the Dershwa State military. Last time you met Demon Hammer, enlightened the demon in Shan-Bai, developed a hatred of monkeys, got enslaved by a Succubus that was also Jessica, killed Fei. Took part in the massacre of an entire village, broke free after Jessica/Succubus died, revived Fei, when back home. Then started to help Shan-Bai get better. Made a new Ice feature on the edge of Miller. Kreyzar fired his cannon again, destroying the Palace, but thanks to you and Long, it came back. Then you and some others completely shattered and destroyed the cannon on the Moon. When back you were drugged and violated by Jiang. Who has been affected by the Destruction Element, by deleting her inhibition. Fei's Jewels were shattered after the vast majority of the world were sent a message by Kreyzar. You got them back. Jiang is in prison, and you are now going to remove the Ice Ravine you made to get Demon Hammer available to take a trip to Dershwa.

>Go now>Writing for next post, pictures will come much later when I have finished both of them, it is proving intricate and tricky. My one looks like a nightmare, appropriate I suppose for what she did.

>>3818298So. Quest will be starting later. I have some things to do in the afternoon. Not sure when I will finish them. I have done the image already. I just need to make some finishing touches. Fei in a fancy dress, she normally wears long skirts but I wanted something special as this could be the last pic for a while. Something for the Feifag who has probably abandoned this quest.

Pic is ready, again, not good by any measure, but a lot better than the Jiang I did. Helped that I now have a laptop/tablet, so I could draw some of the stuff with my finger, no stylus at the moment, consider it a bad consolation gift for the later start.

THE END OF FUCK QUEST, EPISODE 4: "Fooly Chloe"!!q2GxCwU0EVE(ID: pNXbNmOP)09/14/19(Sat)22:01:05No.3818053[Reply]

PREVIOUSLY ON FUCK QUEST:-Alabaster went to Palau with the rest of the Soliloquys -- Cerise, Rose, Anna, and Mom -- plus reporter Kay Vera. -Kay met with former DBA CTO Gustav and pressed for info on the mysterious lighthouse she had heard mention of. She did not learn much, other than that it's a concept David Darkbloom became obsessed with in the past, concerning a reality-altering facility deep in Russia's arctic claim. But Gustav could not confirm its existence, and seemed doubtful himself.-The island festivities in Palau were fun, albeit (blessedly) short, and included a luau that got interrupted by giving Gal a BOOSTO in a very, very public fashion.-Less happily, Alabaster ran into freshly-minted DBA CTO Qiangxiang "Chloe" Xi, who directly announced her intention to honeypot him, and then engaged in a disturbing, sexually-tinged back-and-forth with him. -Chloe pledged to help Alabaster with the fight against Mara, but it remains to be seen how trustworthy that promise is, and what strings come attached.-Watching fireworks with the girls, Alabaster at last decided firmly against having his ocular implant removed; so too did Gal.-Alabaster fucked his mother. (You dog, you.) And not only that, but Cerise fucked her too. It must be something about that island air.-Gustav's carpet got ruined. At least this time, Alabaster isn't responsible.-At home, David Darkbloom finally made progress on tracking down Mara. He arranged a meeting with Mara's middleman in Palo Alto, Rowan Hamilton. He also discovered that Rowan intends to travel to Mara's location afterwards. Amber and company decided on a plan of action: to follow Rowan back to Vail when the time comes.-David also determined that Mara's scheme involves DBA turning on Sand Reckoner's full capacity, for reasons unspecified. Whitney was suitably sobered by the realization of how close she came to playing right into Mara's hands.-Amber and Noelle got to know one another; Amber and Rose2 had some more tanoshii; Amber convinced Vivian that her gay idiot friend Will would be a good wheelman for the Vail mission.-In captivity, Renee tried to raise Alex's spirits with a hope of freedom, but Alex is acting strangely, and doesn't seem to be himself.-Returning from Palau in record time, Alabaster got immediately hit with unwelcome news. Palo Alto's congressman, Devin Isstein, was killed in a hit-and-run car accident. And Whitney thinks Cerise should run for the newly open seat.-In bonus flashback lewds, Alabaster had a completely wholesome and heterosexual toy-sharing session with Alex; and Whitney and Dr. Carte tried to find exactly how many shots fit in Alabaster's cartridge, so to speak.

>>3819250There’s a world of difference between not trusting due to low competency and not trusting due to thinking the other person is a murderer. Ally accused Whitney of conspiring to kill an innocent. That’s the main reason why she’s so fucked up over it.

Seventeen years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day, the Saiyans have more than earned their title of warrior race. After the now-legendary Siege of New Salda broke the might of the Covenant’s empire, no other empire has dared to openly challenge the PTO’s military superiority, or the mighty Saiyans in battle. Entire systems have surrendered without a fight, thanks in part to the battle being spread far and wide through the Vox media empire. But how long can the might of the Saiyans remain unchallenged?

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 748. You the players control Karn, a Saiyan with a last-recorded powerlevel of 10,854,900, a general in Lord Freeza’s army, husband and mate to Meloka, father of many, champion of New Salda, wielder of the Stand Dragon Force, and as “The Dragon of New Salda” you are the unbroken symbol of the PTO’s might across the stars. The Saiyan race has enjoyed an unprecedented time of peace, but it seems that peace may br coming to an end.

Character Sheet, powerlevels, and other pastebins: https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest

Quest rules:>PICK ONE option when voting, unless otherwise stated>20 minute votes, 3 votes minimum to proceed>Only first 3 correctly rolled die count, best of 3 wins>If any two roll posts are within the same second, they will be counted as one roll and I’ll take the higher number(s)>Crits are nat 100, unless otherwise noted(a 99 may net you an extra bonus)>Crit fails will count ONLY if a 1 is rolled and no roll passes the DC, OR two 1s are rolled>Two 1s will OVERRIDE a 100, resulting in a catastrophic crit failure

>>3819213SKoT really is a seriously evil chick in the conventional sense of the word. She doesn't acknowledge any opinions but her own, even if it ends up massively biting her in the ass. hell she has kidnapped an absolute metric fuckton of people to do her dirty work, they do it fanatically like a cult because the strongest being they have ever seen told her too, who even knows if their timeline still exists or if she blew it up in the meantime so they have nowhere else to go except to continue doing this shit for the rest of eternity, she claims karn is a bad guy for working with frieza, while she runs around with quite literally a version of every single bad guy in the series as part of her kidnap force, to train these people into professional killers. Hell she has never once tried to be reasonable in any way shape or form. I mean she managed to even fuck up karns wedding day just because shes mad people exist and want to do things like go to a wedding. shit is simply nuts, and honestly if i was in karns position i'd have given up by now by the sheer fact nothing he or many MANY other people have done, actually matter in any sense of the word because she can just nope shit at any conceivable whim because she gets bored.

>>3819274Every elite TP member in Condom City is going to hunt us down, I think that Enhanced Joestar is the last of our problems (btw, we need to make at least one time skip so we become immune to time fuckery)

With Erusea's defeat at the hands of the Osean Federation and the International United Nations, the imperial nation has splintered into a confusing mess of separatists, freedom fighters, warlords, rogue military factions, and those seeking to profit from the chaos. Worse, Erusea's many automated drone factories still remain intact, waiting for new masters to come to claim them.

The Usean continent remains in crisis, and it's up to a new generation of pilots to face this next generation threat...

"Well, we can't be having that, can we?" Angela chortles as she wraps and arm around you, practically carrying you off. Holy crap, she's way stronger than she looks!

"We heard from a little Seagull that you went way above and beyond duty! And the rest of us want to hear it aaaaaaaalll from you!" Angela says cheerfully. "It's bound to be a really exciting story, right?"

"You're buying the drinks then." You grunt. "And LET ME DOWN."

"We'll meet in the middle. I'll get the drinks, but I like carrying you around like this!" Angela chuckles.

"You biiiiiiitch!" You groan. Goddamn Ustians...

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week, so don't miss it!

“They’ve been gone nearly a week. Are you gonna report this, m’am? We’ll get really screwed if this gets found out before we tell the guys up top.”

“They will come back. Else they would have taken their people, and Von Tracht would not have revealed his position by calling for his dear little Von Blum. Whatever explanation they have will be interesting, at least.”

“You’re hoping they’ll just…come on back?”

“Knowing is hardly equivalent to hoping.”

“I think you’re full of hot air, Major. It’s impossible to know what you were thinking letting them go after he went poof for two days without us knowing where he went. We were thinking we’d keep eyes on him all the time after, then you said no and this happens. I’m half thinking of reporting it myself. We ain’t gonna take your fall.”

“Have I ever pushed another off a plane so that I would not touch the ground? Do you know all of Willen’s thoughts? Then you need not know mine. The only trouble will be if they created any more loose ends. The Judge knows how much a pain the last failure to clean up years ago became. Yet the person who perpetrated it, on purpose, still rose to the top. Interesting how that works, is it not?”

>>3818921I guess the most important fact is, do the Iron Hogs know who we are? Or just that we're working for Signy? If they know Richter then this is just a big fucking trap for the current Iron Hogs boss to tie up familial ends to Heller Von Tracht.

If they don't thenGo with the Iron Hogs detachment. If they were intimidating, you…certainly didn’t think you could handle any fights right now. Or even the threat of one.

If they do know then go with the smugglers. I am very against anything involving Richter and fighting, since he can't now. Ever.Which is great.

>>3818950Ah shit. >Absolute last call for anything you want to do here or with Maddy before you leaveA firm ass grabbing and an address where she can send us letters. Maybe check in with Von Metzeler to make sure he's okay doing this. It's alright if he wants to go back to Strossvald.

>>3818921>Go with the Iron Hogs detachment. If they were intimidating, you…certainly didn’t think you could handle any fights right now. Or even the threat of one.

>Absolute last call for anything you want to do here or with Maddy before you leaveattackAsk Wife about what she's been researching in regards to magic and see if there is any way to help.Talk to wife about how things are going back at home, with her family and such.Touch the shit out of Wife's ass, if she can sit us down and have us deep clean her ear with out tongue we should have a grab ass session just as long at least.Ask if we can have her favor, a gift from her should do wonders to increase moral in future struggles.Come up with some form of communication that might be faster than just sending normal letters.Kiss the fuck out of her one last time.

>>3817848>Ride there and rally as many people as you can, you have to fight back!CRIT FAILURE>Ride there with your rocketbike and attempt to turn on the rocket's engines before the fuel has been completely exchanged, explode it and send everything to hell.FAILURE

Pushing the pedal to the metal you drive towards the refueling station while leaving behind a trail of moondust, your engines rumbling loud and heavily as you strain them to reach the place as fast as possible.

Even before reaching they start shooting you, green spheres of hyper-heated plasma and burning spears of light piercing the void in an attempt at taking you down. The Enclave are wearing Advanced X-01 and X-02 Power-armors, most of the civilians only wear spacesuits that offer no protection against projectiles. The guards are wearing t-51 power-armors, and their suits have been repaired and patched over these two hundred years, they simply cannot stand a chance.

The Enclave soldiers are broadcasting across all of the channels, not even worrying about hiding their plans and tactics, in fact, they are doing this on purpose, chanting old pre-war military songs as they mow down the Lunanovans in joyful unison.

You know this man, this treacherous man, Edward Vasquez is…was the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel chapter stationed in Hawaii. Before sending you to the moon Sebastian mentioned having a mole, someone who spied and worked for them, someone who told them about you coming to the underground laboratory… you never expected him to be the traitor.

“Why are you doing this?” You yell as you suddenly stop your bike and get out with your weapons ready.

He doesn’t reply to you and instead simply popped a new fusion-cell inside of its hammer, the instant he did it the weapon started to glow intensely, bright sparks and electric arcs surrounding it entirely. Then quickly ascends once more with the use of its jetpack and gets ready to fall upon you with all his might.

Roll 1d12!>Use your jump-pack and mixture of Tesla-Claws and Power-Drill to clash with him in the air and take him down.>Dash away and get your Death-ray ready, it’s time to test this little baby. You only have three fusion cores, including the one of your power-armor, so you only have a couple of shots.>Shoot him down with your Laser pistol.>Jump up to him, use your new time slowing mechanism to remove his helmet, let the void kill him.>Other option, write in.

The year is 2159. All human women had effectively gone extinct due to the arrival of "monster girls", a race of humanoid and universally female creatures with animal characteristics like wings and cat ears characteristics. Despite the influx of these beautiful and intimate creatures, there are still human males who still fail to find themselves a love partner, which coincidentally includes you as well. As such, in order to cull this problem and eradicate the incel threat once and for all, God King Abe descended from the heavens and forced down a law. It is a law that makes sure every male of 18 or older must be paired with a monster girl or they will be assigned one from the government. This is mandatory and failure to comply is punishable through summary execution.

So you sit there at the table, pondering over the monster girl request form that arrived in your mail. There's some parts that needs to be filled, but the real meat of this paper is at the bottom. It is the choice of rough specifics that you desire in a female. There's several boxes to be ticked off, and you only can tick off one. You picked...

>Girl(male)>MOMMY>Tomboy>please step on me>CUTE and FUNNY>I don't really have a preference>Surprise me

....or alternatively:

>scour the streets for your ideal waifu instead of relying on shady and automatized government processes

Cover-art kindly provided by our noble artiste, Draw-anon, who generously took time off repainting the Sistine Chapel for us. Look upon our prettyboy protagonist. Look upon his devilish smile and despair.

In last thread’s episode of Happy Families, you acquired a Sabo and gifted him to Fireplace. It turns out that Mr Stealthy is actually some kind of secret government agent, previously afflicted with amnesia, and he’s going to meet up with Brother Number 3 in two or three days, when the Strawbrat crew arrive.

You’re pretending very hard that you don’t know any of this.

More importantly, you’re soon to go to Ennies Lobby with Mibird, Abs, Klaus, Hat and Sunglasses, so that you can maybe attempt to reacquire Wado and not let your eternal rival know you sort-of misplaced it via Ta-sis. Oops. You also bought salt, and are now having a delightful bowl of expensive ice cream with some random pickpocket, whose heart you are groping.

The one-world government is doing what it can to preserve order and create a digital utopia in the face of natural (and, increasingly, supernatural) disasters, nationalist terrorists, and religious fanatics wielding divine poers.

You are the man who runs the Internet, by decree of Global Potentate Nicolae Carpatescu. Your mission: Keep the packets moving, even in the face of Armageddon.

The world has been rocked by a global earthquake, but you dealt with the old fashioned way, by doing your homework and being prepared.

The end of the world tried to come again in the form of a giant asteroid, but you led your people to figuring out 50 years of nuclear physics in less than 2, and deviated it off course, leaving only a few chunks to threaten the planet.

One of these fragments contains alien lifeforms, and you have proof. It will come crashing down ere summer.

>>3819162>proper successionCarla is our replacement. Officially however our replacement will be considered to be Dr Diamond or another trusted individual.

>greater goal"The continued survival and self-determination, free and independent of any narrative influence which we may by our hand eliminate or avoid as well. This however is our secret goal and purpose. To the public we are CATS: the Custodian Authority of Telecommunications Systems; the cable people; we are a temporary organisation for a temporary issue; we keep the network running until we make ourselves redundant. It is our hope, that the narrative shall be defeated before then. If not, assuming it hasn't already occurred, we will be forced to take measures to ensure our continued funding and survival."

Also on a separate point I wonder how feasible it would be to expand our Effincold / Thule base designs over the dust effected regions and create a series of mining and manufacturing towns under our control to effectively act as resettlement for the various displaced individuals. Obviously these wouldn't be terribly legitimate (since we are just CATS) but to be honest, if we could somehow get Carla / general public approval Dimsdale shouldn't be in a position to complain about us taking a few hundred or so people off his hands.

At first you felt nothing, but then all at once you became aware of a soft, slow pulse. It was warm and kept you warm as you drifted through a space you had no words for. This Warmth fed some part of you and in time you became aware of your body. You could barely move at first but in your struggles you found yourself bound within something. Time held no meaning yet you drifted on, feeding, growing and eventually things began to slip through from outside the wall. You had no words for the words but with time they made sense, but mostly you were safe, warm, and later...hungry? The sounds outside quickened and The Warmth began to fade, sapping your own with it.

“IT IS TOO SOON EMPEROR, THE UNBORN ARE NOT READY TO BE SEVERED FROM *BRAWK*”

The sound of something heavy impacting another with the clatter of heavy things causes your walls to shudder.

“You will not dictate to your Emperor, Scientist. The void whispered it's prophecy and it must be now. Perform the maturation cycle. Use as much Prime Essence as needed.”

“Y-y-es Emperor. Prime Essence should allow at least… one viable... Servants, open a conduit to the storage tanks. Cut the other energy feeds. Units 882, 234, 455 begin to-”

High pitch screeching shakes your rapidly cooling shell. Enraged you thrash at the wall. Out, you must get out. The cold is intolerable and you feel fear for the first time since existing. Something begins to warm the wall and the scent of it washes over you just out of reach . It is excruciatingly enticing. You must have it but the wall will not budge. You kick and thrash but no luck. Its cold now, colder than you've ever felt. Your limbs fail you and nothingness seeps into your mind. But, in the deep cold you feel things reaching out to you.

Something low, deep, wrathful reaches offering you power in violet hues. Another force, lilting, golden, melodious whispers it’s assistance and promises of truth lastly something grey within you urges to keep fighting, to use the last of itself to push you over the edge but at a cost.

Another barrier. Another hindrance. You are ready this time and this wall will be punished for this insult. To the sides you find two points where the living mass is weakened and your talons slip easily into and around the metal frame. Your other two arms just pierce the metal of the hatch, penetrating the weak alloy with your freshly matured talons. A single heave is all it takes to tear the offense free of the meat with a gout of sparks, mechanical fluids and blood. You cry in victory and rage as this pathetic adversary falls before your indomitable might!

Light pours in from beyond newly made portal and reveals a better lit, yet still dim hexagonal hallway made of smoothed black obsidian. To your left the hallway leads to a set of stairs, carpeted and filled with the cloying scent of meat, arousal and ESSENCE! Your mind is distracted by the enraged sparking noises coming from your right where a curious creature with a large crystal embedded in its head hisses at you. Without thinking you bring your newest trophy to bear and smash the vile thing into a pulp with three strokes. The scent of fresh essence takes command of your maw before your mind and you savor its decadent flesh, taking care to eat around the sharp bits. Its ebbing lifeforce drains into your own from your gullet and the bruises on your body evaporate.

[+10 Essence Gained from Feeding][60/60 Essence]

Electricity continues to arc around its shattered and pulped body before jumping down the hallway and landing amongst the rubble you didn’t cause. A lance of pure crystal is embedded in the wall and juts into the hallway. The fleeing electrical charge makes it way to the lance and causes a portion to fall away, revealing many more of your meals Kin. They scream in ozone as a giant arc of electricity forms in front of their collective and with a unified snap they toss the ball of lightning at your blood spattered face.

Deep within the wastes of the Lunar Surface, a great metallic slab stirs as a red light briefly flickers from its surface. The light returns, stronger and brighter than before as the dust covering the ancient wreck dissipates, reduced to their base atoms. A loud metallic whirring breaks the quiet of the crater as it stands to its full height of 20 meters.

Somewhere on the surface of the Moon, a Commander awakens.

-=+=-

You find yourself standing on what appears to be the surface of a lunar body, judging from the size of it and the lack of an atmosphere on its surface. From your calculations, the circumference of this lunar body is approximately 10,921 kilometers wide, which matches with what you find deep within your data stores.

You run a full diagnostics of your entire systems and an attosecond later it is complete. You detect several complications within your knowledge data-bank, primarily in your...

>>3818787“Had a hot date planned?” you ask Cocoa with a cheeky smirk, peeling the blue citrus fruit. Huh, skin’s like a tangerine’s. Got a sweeter aroma than you were expecting too. Oooh, and it is yummy! ...Almost messily juicy though. Clothes Beam up a cloth napkin.

She puts the tickets away. “Just... doubt they’re gonna be worth anything anymore, was in a couple days. Guess I’ll have to find something else. Eheh...”

Missing a concert or something huh? Ah, but if only she knew you were actually secretly pop sensation- okay no, no, that’s a dumb joke even by your standards. (Did you just insult yourself? They’re not THAT bad... usually... Giru likes them...) Ahem. Ehem. Anyway. “We’ll have everything back to normal before you know it. Just you wait.”

Cocoa smiles softly. “Yeah.”

“And hey, you helped make sure we’ve got a chance at this. You were even more aware than I was of the kind of danger they posed. If it weren’t for you, we probably wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation.” you add, giving her a sweet smile.

“You’re giving me just a bit too much credit, Izzy.” You open your mouth to deny that, but she interrupts. “Might have been my idea to leave Earth, but Monty’s quick thinking got us somewhere that Baby wouldn’t even think to look. Plenty of people here deserve their own bits of credit, like him.”

Ah. She does have a point. You look over at him and notice him blush and turn his head. “...Thanks, Monty. It really was a smart move, even if it happened under less than ideal circumstances. Is there anything you need? I know you’re still going through a bit, so please, let us know if there’s something you need help with.”

The waves lap against the shore as you waste away in a hammock underneath the sun. Between the vestiges of wakefulness and sleepiness, the gears in your mind turn slowly. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep for, but you know you want to go back to it.

The turtle comes at you fast, but you’re faster. In a flash you’ve grabbed the rock and gotten your hand out of the way. The mouth of the turtle clamps down on fresh air as you slip down the side of the root. The turtle puts in an effort to chase you down and you manage to evade it with a brisk walk, making your way back to the other two stones.

You place the rescued rock on the ground by its buddies. You’re about to say something about staying out of trouble, but before the first sound can escape from your lips the stones are off like the clappers. You lose sight of them almost instantly, the foliage and darkness playing to their strengths. You let out another exasperated sigh. Typical.

The trek out of the woods is about as comfortable as the trek into the woods. The sound of knocking is replaced by the sound of an occasional grumble from you. “Ungrateful bloody rocks…”. You grow concerned about whether your heading in the right direction, but the sound of the ocean quells your fear. Once you find the coast you walk partly in the water the rest of the way home, getting all the dirt and refuse off your feet.

In more positive news, the shoreline has already begun to return to normal. You could reach your hammock without swimming now. You decide you should sleep in your actual bed tonight though, your hammocks great but it’s not doing your back any favours. You extinguish the torch in the water before making your way to your shack. You can’t see much but this is something that is well practiced. Stumbling inside you feel your way to your bed before crashing into it, and your out like a light. You had spent most of today sleeping, but snoozing is also something you’re well practiced in.

Your night’s sleep is dreamless. No clouds, no scenery and thankfully no floods. You wake up in your own time, it’s not like you’ve got any plans. You lay down face first, slowly open and closing your eyes as you try to gather the strength to move. Eventually you find the surge of will power to roll onto your side and throw your legs off the bed. You’ve got a faint headache, a residual effect from the alcohol from last night.

You punch your back a few times as you step out of your front door with a roll of the shoulders, your body cracking all over in response. Feels good. That’s when you notice something at your feet. You pop a squat to inspect it. A red hibiscus. It looks freshly picked, but a little worse for wear. Upon closer examination of the sand, you can see three trails leading from the flower back up to the woods. Okay, maybe they were just shy, not ungrateful. You smile as you pick up the flower, dust some sand off it and nestle it behind your ear before going back inside.

Calling it there lads. Bit of an abrupt end to the thread but I don’t have much left in the tank. Thanks to everyone who played, hope you all got a kick out of it, I had fun. I would like to do another thread sometime, but I’ve said that before and never followed through. Hopefully this time is different!

Wounded, bleeding, yet it was your pride that hurt the most. You thought yourself strong enough to make your father’s nation into your own, to become the emperor that youkai strived for, to clean their palates from the human-loving altruist that was Inu-no-Tiasho and veer youkai-kind into a nation that once more praised the strong and shunned the week. Yet didn’t expect to turn those words around you, and heavily wound you. Instead of roars and cheers for their new leader, for someone who “gets” youkai, their savior was instead challenged for his position, and as much as you believed yourself to be at the top and your lineage the epitome of your kind, they weren’t exactly foolish enough as to not band together and attack all at once. Many fell, and their attacks weren’t that threatening at the beginning, but damage kept on piling and piling. Soon enough, the mighty Sesshomaru saw himself with a blade pressed on his neck, a foot pressing against his searing chest and the feeling of falling before the lights went off.

Had it not been for their leader’s pity, you’d probably had joined your father with nothing to prove other than how big of a mistake was to joinwith your mother and producing such an inefficient child. After all, he had abandoned your mother for that human pet of his, and even bored a child that threatened your throne. Lands you knew not about welcomed your battered, bloodied body, those precious robes you once held dear now stained by both you and your enemy, your legs devoid of any strength had done their job in carrying you out of the river from whence your consciousness had been regained. And yet the once prideful youkai could do nothing but to stare at the sky, to let the grass lick your body and-

“…!”

Red, white and black. They appeared to be producing some kind of noise, words? Your vision is blurry, but your nose still picks up the scent of a female-a human, nonetheless. You can grasp a soft voice out of it all, if you ignore the skull-splitting ringing of your ears. What do you do?

>>3817835>>3818135You wrinkle your nose at the smell, and the annoying voice that’s doing nothing more but to aggravate your headache. You really aren’t in the mood for dealing with a human of all things, as what was yours by birthright had been usurped by traitors not long ago. You summon strength upon your aching limbs, yet you try to show little of it, for weakness should never be shown to those inferior to oneself. But at last your vision adjust, and the first thing you see are eyes devoid of meaning. These orbs are filled with sadness and some sense of loss, as if she was a lost pup rather than a, well, you were never really that good at determining how old a human was.

“Begone, Human.” You threaten the miko that was kneeling at your side, elbows digging into the ground as your spine screams with every movement you make, but you endure the pain as you prop yourself onto your rear. “I have no business with your kind, so be on your way and trouble me no more.” The miko stared at you…with pity? Leaving a basket with herbs that had been resting on her lap at your side, she stands ups and turns her back on you. “Use those herbs to heal your wounds, and I hope you hold true to those words.” She gave you a side-glance before retreating back into the forest, her movements being rather elegant, as if to imitate the dancing of the waves. Perhaps this was the first time a human has ever shown something other than fear or adoration towards you, but you brush those thoughts off your brain.

Still, what a wasteful human. You can regenerate what could be considered “life-threatening” wounds without the assistance from plants or whatever magic exist in this world, but humans don’t, so her offering you such a thing-Is she an idiot by any chance? Although using said herbs might accelerate your healing factor, but relying on a human is a bit…You close your eyes, and ponder. It took quite some time to convince yourself to cave in and use what the human had brought you, but you ended up guessing that in your condition you were no better than a big target for anything lucky enough to find you, and you might not recover in time when night falls.

And above all else you needed to survive in order to punish those who had turned their back on you.

It didn’t take long for your wounds to become manageable to the point where you can walk without a problem-although sprinting is still something you’d rather avoid, and thus you decided to abandon that random patch of grass you had been laying on for who knows how long and venture into the unknown. The strength on each step increased by the minute, and soon enough what was once a chore became mundane as you dodged vines and branches, navigated through the uneven floor, but never following a specific path. And in the end, you end up reaching:

>Human village (There is a familiar smell…)>Cavern (There might be wild animals inside…)